Yogic Secrets of the Dark Goddess

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From the Upcoming Kali Book - " Yogic Secrets of the Dark Goddess " by

Shambhavi Lorain Chopra

 

The Dark Goddess of Red Roses

 

From, Yogic Secrets of the Dark Goddess: Lightning Dance of the Supreme

Shakti, by Shambhavi Lorain Chopra

 

What is here, is elsewhere. What is not here, is nowhere.

 

Visva-Sara Tantra

 

Rakta Kali, the red tinged vibrant form of Kali, carries the flow of the

eternal Soma in its transformative energy, blood red to my naked eye,

permeating the unfathomable reaches of my very life-force. The darkness

of Kali is merely symbolic of a cavernous profound depth. Almost

impenetrably mysterious are her Devi energies to the unawakened soul.

Truly, what we cannot fathom disturbs our psyche. And what becomes

agitated creates a characteristic sensation of perturbed emotions.

 

Her Nila form of blue ambiguouity is incomprehensible if not unknown to

us lesser mortals. The abstruse nature of our experience guides us to

label the Devi as the `Dark Goddess'! The absence of an

intelligible `Light' in our minds creates this seeming fearful

darkness. The Mother's majestic form emits tall shadows of deep blue

hues, highlighting the vague echoes of our superficial lives. The dark

blue is the matrix of all colours resting in the womb.

 

I was afraid of the dark most of my growing years. The obscurity, the

shadowy play, the mystery of the dark night and dimness of my own higher

mind brought down this veil of darkness upon me. My emotive self was

sometimes clouded, my reasoning questionable, my imperfections drew me

into inertness. These were my fallacies, my erroneous beliefs, or rather

the limitation of my existential maya jaal, the illusory web of my outer

existence.

 

Ma Kali ever so much is an awesome power to contend with. Her Shakti

energy of the deepest level permeates our inner and outer universe. Kali

loves to stir up a cataclysm in our being, as Ma did in so many

instances of my life. Yet her tremendous push is crucial, keeping

everything in motion towards our inner blossoming. At times, She would

throw me off balance, leaving me floundering for answers to her imposing

secrets and revelations.

 

Several times through the years of my sadhana, I have experienced my

very head falling under Ma Kali's Khadaka the short dagger of

reality. Her powerful vibrations disturbed my being. Sometimes her

energies became too intense for me to withstand. Yet every time I

decided to withdraw from my sadhana, She would approach me with

gentleness, coercing me back into her fold. There was little else that

sustained my life style or captivated my interests.

 

For Shakti sadhana or Devi spiritual practices one needs to cultivate

the quality of a Vira the heroic, valiant and fearless approach. Only

the courageous soul can perform the internal and external puja or

worship of the Devis, the Goddesses of supreme power. Life plays out the

sacrificial Yajna or ritual with every simple act of worship in every

conscious living moment.

 

My celestial wanderings reaped several astral treasures for my inner and

outer temples. The descent of the Mother goddess energy released higher

forces for eliminating old samskaras, deep seated conditioning creating

a way for the new and untainted. Maintaining a balance between my inner

and outer world became a great challenge. Life's sea of forces and

my fast expanding inner energies caused a tumultuous interaction,

opening new fields for an altogether different Lila – the play of

the Devas and Devis!

 

Surely, I have experienced the dark, mysteriously sweet aroma of the lal

gulab, the red, red rose so reminiscent of Kali's maddening

intoxication. Her rudra or rather insistent form is born of ecstasy, her

abundant joy of a passionate nature. Kali's allure was realized with

chanting her mantra Krim Hum Hrim into the essence of red roses, their

deep hues unfolding the magic of her passion and power. As the divine

Mother, the daughter, the quintessential lover or the creatrix of beauty

she manifests in many profound expressions.

 

Self-realization is not attained by merely human efforts. It is bestowed

upon the seeker by the unconditional grace of the Supreme. The Devi in

her form as Atmananda, the joy of Self-realization, graces the sadhaka

with Rasavati, her powers as the source of the nectar of bliss. The

Upanishads, the prime teachings of Vedanta, direct us to the state of

Brahman as the Absolute. As the vastness of the ocean holds all its

waters, Para Shakti, the Divine Mother, rooted in the Supreme Brahman,

is the source of the elixir of all life's flavours.

 

Years of sadhana, holistic practices, a deep love, and a deeper chahat

or innate longing may have created favourble vibrations for Her

playground. Kali made her presence known to me in more ways than one

could imagine. I must surmise that she was shadowing this journey of

holistic passion all the way. The Yogini experiences the inner divinity

in a flash of ecstasy, through the higher grace itself, her very life

reflecting the energies of the Devi Goddess.

 

Ma Kali brought the fragrance of blood red roses into my life, showering

my being with the sensuousness of their velvet petals. I was made to

feel like a Rani, the reigning queen of all happiness in the throes of

Her ecstasy. My being experienced the slow intoxicating flow of a

thousand streams; the Soma Rasa flooding through the whirlpools of my

mind and being!

 

Red roses shadowed my existence, their aromas highlighting the inherent

instinctive deeper fragrances of my deeper being. Their vivid red

intensity caught the aspirations of my searching sight. The Devi was

synonymous with my visual delights of the flowers, absorbing her

energies and her sensuous enchantment into the flow of my own rasas.

 

I surrounded myself with symbols of the Devi, allowing their intangible

power to permeate into my life. At my sacred altar the Devi held her

court through her magical representation of the Lotus flower, rocks and

stones from all over the world, the Serpent, the Trishula, Cowrie-

shells and Conch shells. The lotus flowers were studded with gemstones

and gold. The Purna Kumbha represents the womb of the goddess in the

shape of a pot. The pot is decorated with mango leaves and a coconut

depicting the pot of bounty containing life's sustaining energies.

The cowrie and conch shell depict the generative organ of the mother

goddess as well as the powerful flow of cosmic waters.

 

Kali's vision filled my world with beatitude, releasing all the

knots of my womanly heart, transforming the inner darkness into rays of

celestial light. For me, Kali embraces the beginning and the grand

finale, integrating everything into the supreme power of Being, blessing

her sadhaka with unlimited contentment, through her prevailing

consciousness.

 

In the throes of deep elation I made my offering to Her as in the form

of the Goddess of red roses, allowing the beauty of her eternal presence

to be mirrored in my transient existence and through this grace each

experience enriched itself. Her maternal charisma allowed my thoughts

and emotions to find expression in the Divine drama unfolding the

evolution and transformation of all my life experiences.

 

Jai Kali Svayambhu-pushpadharini!

 

Victory to Kali who carries the spontaneous flowers of the soul!